I'm product of long corridors,
Empty sunlit rooms,
Upstairs indoor silences,
Attics explored in solitude,
Distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes,
Also, of endless books,
To be left alone is the most precious thing one can ask of the modern world,
I love that split second.
When you're on a long car ride,
or listening to music, or reading.
And you completely zone out.
I forget all troubles, and everyone around,